Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.